The Children of Atum

“Hello? Is anyone there?” *Ducks flying rotten fruit* I didn’t forget you I’m sorry. RL just got crazy and then my muse ran away. So RL in order? Check! Muse bound and gagged? Check. Beautiful Beta bribed with Chocolate? Check. Wonderful readers awaiting with rapt attention (and rotten fruit)? Check! On with the show!

BTW: This story is now Betaed! Thank you to the talented picofoxy.

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Yes Master, I… can we… um… I mean do we have to go through the contract now… I hoped we could… um…”

“Celebrate?” Severus smirked, “Did you like reading those books pet? Did you find the pictures? Did you think about all the wonderful things I could do to you? That we could do together?”

Harry whimpered and nodded, flushing brightly, he was so turned on.

Severus chuckled, “Well pet shall we then?”

Chapter 16: Contracts, Collars and Celebrations

Harry whimpered from his place on the floor at his Master’s feet, he would do anything for the dark man, the sex they had was like nothing else and Severus created such strong emotions in him.

“What were you reading pet? What was it that has you so excited?” the Potions Master purred in a deep velvety voice.

“It was a picture… sir”, Harry replied after a moment, realising that his Master required a response, “the sub was… was kneeling, sir, naked, his arms tied, and he had on a collar. His Master was in front of him, fucking him sir, fucking his mouth.”

“And what pet,” Severus asked darkly, “was it that you liked about the picture? How did it make you feel?”

Harry thought for a moment, trying to consider how best to respond to the question, finally deciding to speak as truthfully as he could, the words tumbled from his mouth.

“The sub was so beautiful, master, so venerable. He was naked and the master was clothed. He was kneeling and the master was standing. He was bound and marked with the collar. The sub couldn’t do anything but let his Master do as he wished, to use him as he pleased. I realised that I wanted that, Master, I wanted you to do that to me.”

“Very good pet, we shall do that and plenty more. First I need to teach you some things, the position you are in now is called ‘kneel’, if I tell you to kneel you will be on your knees, up straight, your head bowed and your hands clasped behind your back. Now sit on your feet, knees spread slightly, hands either facing up on your knees or clasped behind your back, this is ‘Sit up’. The third I will teach you now is ‘Wait’, to wait you place your forehead on the ground and put your hands either side of your head. Whenever I tell you to wait while inside this room or when we are playing elsewhere this is the position you will do it in, unless I have tied you or told you otherwise. To show me further submission you may fold your arms on your back. When we are playing you are to follow any order I give and only speak when I give you permission. Do you understand?”

Harry opened his mouth to respond but clicked it shut quickly and nodded his head instead.

“Good boy,” Severus murmured, petting Harry’s head as a reward for following instructions. “Now wait, I will return.”

Harry folded down immediately putting his head on the ground and kept his arms behind his back as Severus instructed. He heard the man’s steps leaving the room and fought the urge to look up and see where he went. He knelt there, waiting, feeling rather exposed. He was naked, his neck was bared and his bottom was raised with slightly spread cheeks. This position clearly made him ready for his Master. As he waited he thought about the changes that this would have on his life and considered whether he should tell Remus and Sirius. He decided he would wait to tell them face to face, it wasn’t really the type of thing you sent in a letter.

Harry realised he had no idea about how much time had passed and his body was beginning to protest the unfamiliar position. He dared not move however, he knew that if his Master caught him moving he would be punished and he wasn’t sure yet how his Master would punish him for infractions. He would have to ask as soon as he could.

He finally heard the light steps of his lover and held in a sigh of relief. He had begun wondering if the man was returning. He suddenly felt a hand on his crossed arms at his back and felt smooth leather encircling the limbs. With a start he realised that Severus planned to recreate the picture. His cock, that had been fading slightly with the wait twitched and hardened once more.

“Sit up, pet,” Harry struggled to raise himself with his hands bound after sitting in the one position for so long.

“Comfortable? Just nod if you are.” Harry nodded quickly, hoping the man would allow him to touch him now.”

“You are going to make a wonderful pet, so willing and eager to please me aren’t you?” Harry nodded.

“You make me so hard, pet, would you like me to show you how much you turn me on?” Harry nodded again more vigorously.

Severus parted his robes and undid the fly on his straining trousers, allowing his cock to come free, it bounced up and hit Harry on the chin.

“I’ve wanted you for so long pet,” Severus murmured, “and now I have you to do as I please.”

Severus turned so that the head of his cock brushed against Harry’s chin, smearing pre-come onto pink lips.

“Here you are, naked, kneeling at my feet, arms bound, completely at my mercy, does that excite you pet? You may speak.”

“Yes Master… very much sir.” Harry rasped.

“Very good, show me, take me into your mouth little one. Show me how much you want me.”

Harry placed a tender kiss onto the tip of his new Master’s cock and kissed and licked the member all over before gently taking it into his mouth. He worshiped the flesh in front of him as if it was the only thing that mattered in the world. He forgot everything but the feel of the silky flesh sliding in and out of his mouth.

The slow and measured movements along his cock, the wet heat, the sight of his boy on his knees was too much and the Potions Master’s control failed. He gripped the back of the boy’s hair and began to thrust into the mouth engulfing him. He sped up taking full control from the boy and felt his orgasm nearing. Harry’s moans were getting louder around Severus’s cock and the man wondered if his pet would come on command.

“Come pet,” Severus ordered, his voice cut through Harry and the boy’s orgasm was ripped from his body with a muffled scream. The thought of his pet coming from his voice and cock in his mouth was enough to send the Potions Master hurtling over the edge himself and he came down his boy’s throat.

Dazed and needing to breath Harry gulped down the come before pitching forward, his face landing in his Master’s groin, the solid body keeping him upright. Severus smiled down at the boy, his boy, then hauled him up and guided him to the shower.

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After showering and ordering a late lunch from the house elves Severus was sitting in his favourite armchair by the fire. A Potions Journal in one hand, the other trailing through his pet’s long hair, stopping occasionally to turn the page. Harry was lying on his stomach on a rug beside his Master’s chair, continuing to read the books he was given that morning, occasionally interrupting the silence with a question or comment on the material he was reading.

Harry sighed contentedly, his world had changed much in the last day and a half and he was certain that it was for the better. The position he and his Master were in now, though casual and comfortable spoke a great deal about their relationship and Harry was happy about it. This spot by his Master’s feet was his, it showed his ownership by Severus but the hand in his hair and the soft sheep skin rug under him showed that he was cared for and protected. This role was natural to him, it was part of him and agreed deeply with the mas-Bastet in him.

He thought of the curse guiltily and wondered once more if he should tell his Master. He knew he wasn’t supposed to keep secrets from him and he knew he would be in more trouble the longer he left it, but he had promised Remus and Sirius to keep it secret, and now that he was older and understood it somewhat he realised how unnatural it was. It made him feel dirty that he had been cursed in such a way and weak for letting it rule him. He wondered if Severus would still want him if he knew he was damaged, if he knew that his submission to the man was a result of a curse cast by Dumbledore instead of his own desires. What if he had never been cursed? Would he still have submitted to Severus? Would he still have accepted the man’s advances?

He shook his head of the thoughts; he knew he had to keep it hidden. His fertility was suppressed by a charm cast weekly that Remus had taught him many years ago and he would have to be careful not to purr in his Master’s presence apart from that there was nothing that would give him away. The sorting hat wouldn’t tell and neither would Dumbledore. Everything would be fine.

They read for the rest of the afternoon until dinner time when they were required in the Great Hall. Dumbledore ruled that staff must have at least one meal a day with the school, and if they didn’t show up the old man would surely come looking for them.

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After dinner the pair returned to the rooms to write their contract and finalise their rules. The contract was simple stating that they each would respect and care for each other and that the Master/pet play was safe, sane and consensual. That Harry would obey his Master and work to meet his needs, offering his body completely, that Severus would listen to his pet, would care and provide for him. The contract also stated that Harry was not to be permanently marked or branded and that either member could leave the relationship if desired without repercussion. That the contract could be amended with consent from both parties. It was not a magical contract, neither wished to bind the other too tightly as their relationship was new and Harry was so young.

The rules included that Harry was to obey all orders from his Master unless they went against the rules, however if he was uncomfortable he could always use his safe-word, red, his pause was orange. Harry also had to be naked at all times when the pair were alone in the room unless otherwise ordered. If Harry was expecting Severus at a certain time he was to ‘wait’ for him by the door. Harry’s room was his and Severus would not enter unless invited or an emergency. There would be no bloodplay, whipping, or branding, any other extreme activities were to be discussed first. There would be no pet bed, Harry would sleep with Severus or, if being punished or needing space his own bed. Punishments would include spanking, denial of release or contact, and similar activities but never extreme pain.

Happy with their results Harry began his way to the bathroom to prepare for bed when Severus stopped him in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom.

“Wait pet”, he commanded and Harry dropped immediately into the position, ignoring his body’s protests. He heard his Master moving things around in the room, searching for something but couldn’t see anything but the occasional glimpse of the man’s slippered feet. Harry felt the man approach behind him, and had to consciously hold himself still. He hurried to straighten himself up at his Master’s command of ‘Sit up’ and snapped his eyes up as he was told to look up. He watched their reflection as Severus revealed a green leather collar. The colour matched Harry’s eyes, eyes that were mesmerised watching Severus’ nimble fingers lock the piece in place. Harry took in the Silver snake clasp on the buckle and round silver tag hanging from it, he watched it as it flicked over displaying ‘Harry’ on one side and ‘Severus’ on the other. It was beautiful and by the time his Master stopped fiddling with it Harry’s eyes were suspiciously wet.

Harry’s collaring spurred another round of celebrations and Severus’ last conscious thought before succumbing to sleep was that he was going to need to develop a long term use virility potion if he was to keep up with his new young lover.